Crystalline

A flying wind lands,

"Darling, open the way."

A broken heart emerges,

"Darling, open the way."

A dead horse breathes,

"Darling, open the way."

Now, little sunspots reduce a glare

on my eyes already half shut.

Now, broken glass fills my lungs

and I become a fountain.

A crystalline sea bottom, a cave,

with only blue pigment and no air--

So find solace in a slow growing carapace.

When the stalagmites cover your eyes--

So know solitude in a sunk coffin;

It will rise and open on waves of ardor and blue.

Emerge! from the cave a seer.